I Picked Up the Greatest Villain in the Story

60.

“Stop it, really. Before I get angry.”

Jian’s voice came out quite sharp even to his own ears. It seemed to have an effect, as the body heat covering him slowly retreated.

In this awkward situation, Jian sat on the edge of the bed and let out a deep sigh.

When he saw his half-erect member, he really wanted to die. He roughly covered his crotch with the blanket and buried his face in his palms.

The long iron chains from his wrists tapped against his thighs. Because he knew about Sehun’s tendencies, he had consulted with Hyunwoo and made the children attend weekly sex education classes when they were in their mid-teens.

He thought that having proper sexual awareness would prevent them from committing crimes. But what was this? It was proven that the education they had invested money and time in was completely useless.

‘Still, in the original story, he raped him on the first day. Is he showing some restraint?’

Thinking carefully, Hyunsu was assaulted on the first day of his kidnapping. With his limbs bound by iron chains like Jian, unable to resist properly.

Just as he was wondering if this level of restraint meant the education had some effect, there was a rustling sound from behind.

“…Have you come to dislike me?”

Jian whipped his head around at the watery voice. Sehun was kneeling, watching his reaction. His gradually reddening eyes looked pitiful.

“That’s not it…”

This was really maddening. He should scold him properly, but when Sehun acted weak-hearted again, the words wouldn’t come out properly. But if he kept getting dragged along like this, nothing good would come of it.

Just now it was his chest, but he didn’t know what part would be molested next. The weight pressing between his buttocks was dizzying. Even now, he was trying his best not to look at the menacingly erect member.

After moistening his dry lips with his tongue, Jian carefully continued speaking.

“The current situation is a bit… you know. What kind of younger brother locks up his hyung naked? That kiss yesterday was also… And just now, touching my chest…”

He couldn’t bring himself to ask why Sehun had an erection. Judging by his uninhibited actions, he seemed like someone who had imagined doing these things with Jian countless times.

But until he was kidnapped, Jian had never particularly felt that Sehun was sexually aware of him.

His nipples still tingled. The lingering heat made his member keep twitching under the blanket.

“…I’ve always wanted to have sex with you, hyung. Since I was young. I’ve just been holding back until now because I was afraid you’d be too shocked.”

Jian’s parted lips couldn’t close at the confident voice. How long had he spent with Sehun? Not one year, not two years, but a whole ten years.

During that time, Jian had raised Sehun truly believing he was his family. It hurt to feel like all that time was being discolored.

Jian knew best how much Sehun liked him. But he never dreamed that affection would turn into obsession and develop into sexual desire.

In Jian’s eyes, he still saw the image of young Sehun, and it was unbelievable that the reality was Sehun looking at him with eyes burning with lust.

“Then you really… want to do that… with me?”

Unable to say the word “sex” as if it were committing a sin, Jian asked indirectly. Sehun just stared at Jian without answering.

The silent answer reached Jian’s ears. His mind reeled at the affirmation.

Try as he might to ignore it, something impossible to disregard kept catching his eye. The thing as thick as a child’s forearm looked like a weapon rather than a body part, though its shape was handsome like Sehun.

When Hyunsu first had sex with Sehun, he had writhed in pain. He described it as the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life. Didn’t he say it felt like a burning club tearing through his insides?

He couldn’t remember the exact expression, but there was also something about how being stabbed with a knife would probably hurt less.

His throat went dry at the size he couldn’t even fathom. He swallowed several times, wetting his throat with saliva. He averted his gaze and tried to think of words to persuade Sehun.

“You’re mistaken. Because you’ve only been with me all this time, because you’ve never dated anyone, you’re misunderstanding your affection for me as sexual desire. If you wait a little, you’ll realize that your feelings for me weren’t anything special.”

If Sehun could just realize his feelings for Hyunsu, this whole situation could be resolved. In the original story, Sehun probably lived quite a difficult life until he met Hyunsu.

Sehun had lived such a lonely life that even small kindnesses felt significant, and he developed feelings of admiration watching Hyunsu smile brightly without any shadows.

Then, as he watched Hyunsu smile kindly at others too, his obsessive tendencies ignited. Sehun wanted Hyunsu to smile only for him, to look only at him.

Come to think of it, since childhood, Sehun always wiped Jian’s hands when he shook hands with others. Once, he was so shocked when Jian hugged Hyunsu before him that he ran out of the house.

From the beginning, Sehun was a child with strong possessiveness and jealousy. It was just that these tendencies were temporarily directed at Jian because he had raised him.

“How can you be so sure, hyung? It’s my feelings.”

Unfortunately, Jian’s words properly provoked Sehun’s patience.

He was desperately holding back his desire to embrace Jian right away, not wanting to be hated by him. Unaware of this, Jian kept saying things that inflamed Sehun’s frustration.

“Because there’s no way you could love me, Sehun. Not as a hyung, but as someone you truly love.”

At the firm voice, Sehun gave a cracked smile. Since childhood, he had lived thinking Jian was his.

He didn’t want to lose Jian’s body or heart to anyone. So he had endured, playing the role of the cute younger brother as Jian wished.

It was Jian who had taught him the emotion of love. Jian had to take responsibility for teaching him the joys and sorrows of life and raising him when he had been no different from a murderous demon.

Not knowing how he had waited until he became an adult, Jian’s attitude of so easily judging his feelings snapped the already thin thread of Sehun’s reason.

“Uh…”

Jian blinked as he was suddenly pulled by Sehun. Before he knew it, he was lying down with Sehun straddling him. The light from the bedside table flickered over Sehun’s face.

Flames danced in the eyes looking down at him. He instinctively felt danger. He tried to raise his hands to push Sehun away, but lips met his even faster.

“Mmph…!”

Tears welled up in Jian’s eyes at the kiss that pushed strongly from the start, with Sehun’s sharp nose bridge buried in his cheek.

The sensation of tongues entangling and breaths mixing was too vivid. His feeling of bewilderment was the same as the first time, but the rubbing tongue tip sent shivers down his spine.

Sehun’s feelings for him were felt in his hot breath. Sehun strongly desired him right now.

The hand cupping his jaw and one cheek showed an obsession that would never let go. He tried to turn his head to avoid it, but that only tore his lips.

A metallic taste mixed into the kiss that pushed as if his heart would burst. Only then did Sehun pull his head back.

The eyes watching Jian, who was breathing roughly, shone sharply like those of a beast eyeing its prey.

“You don’t know anything about me, hyung.”

Sehun wiped Jian’s eyes with his thumb. Clear teardrops wet his fingerprint.

“You taught me love. How could you think I would love someone other than you?”

With each word, it felt like sharp glass shards were stabbing his heart. While he had only thought about spending his entire life with Jian, it felt like betrayal that Jian had always been preparing to part ways with him.

Confining Jian was something that would have happened anyway after waiting for so long, but recent events had not just cut but mutilated Sehun’s patience.

He couldn’t understand Jian saying he would go to America where Seongjun was, not even realizing how Seongjun looked at him.

What was so important about university that he tried to leave behind Sehun who wanted to go together? Was he really just going for work?

Like a coward, he couldn’t even ask, afraid of the answer he might get. Suddenly, his throat choked up. Jian’s face blurred in an instant.

Teardrops wet his eyelids, which were blinking in apparent confusion.

“Sehun…”

He grabbed the hand that was stroking his face in bewilderment and rubbed his cheek against the palm. Just as he had done every day since childhood.

Jian’s unique comforting scent tickled his nose. As he gripped the wrist and slowly lowered his lips, he reached the spot where the pulse was beating.

Thump-thump.

An emotion that could have been trembling or fear transmitted through the skin. He didn’t want Jian to hate him. He didn’t want to hurt him either.

But… rather than stupidly doing nothing and losing him to someone else, wasn’t it better to possess Jian completely even if it meant being hated for a short while?